"Sheng'er, don't rush. Let Xiao Qiao think quietly for a while."
Lin Xiuying looked at the two of them gently and suddenly felt that her son and Xiao Qiao made a very good match.
But...
Although Su Qiao's mother was divorced and their family consisted of three women without a single able-bodied worker, when it came down to it, her own family still couldn't compare to the Old Liu Family.
At the very least, Old Lady Liu and Liu Chunfang were both in excellent health.
And not only was Xiao Qiao pretty and good at her studies, she could also hunt game. Now, she even knew how to diagnose illnesses and compound medicine.
As for her own family's situation...
Forget it. She shouldn't drag this young girl down.
Su Qiao had no idea that she had been thinking so much. After pondering for a moment, she said,
"Auntie, you need to keep warm in your daily life. It's best to spend less time by the stove. Too much smoke isn't good for your lungs. Also, try to spend less time around the chicken coop and avoid contact with chicken manure and things like that."
The early stages of tuberculosis, combined with chronic bronchitis—no wonder she coughed so badly and never fully recovered even after taking medicine.
"All right. I'm really sorry for the trouble, Xiao Qiao." The more Lin Xiuying looked at Xiao Qiao, the more she felt that the girl was wonderful.
She was steady, capable, and kindhearted, yet unlike her mother, she wasn't weak and easy for others to bully.
She was more than good enough for her own antisocial fool of a son.
What a pity.
If her health weren't so poor and her family's circumstances were a little better, perhaps the two of them might still